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When I saw the bishop emerge from the college doors, I could scarcely believe my sight." "I'd have given half-a-crown to see him!" cried Roland Yorke. "If there's any fun going on, it is sure to be my fate to miss it. Cator was at my house, having a cigar with me; and, though we heard the bell, we did not disturb ourselves to see what it might mean."
For some time previously Mrs Clarke had been having trouble about her estate. In his will he had appointed Trustees, who demanded the sale of the Estate and division of the money, which was opposed by Mrs Clarke as executrix and mortgagee. Later it was agreed between the parties that the Estate should be sold for 11,000 pounds to a Mr Joseph Cator Webb, and an agreement to that effect was signed.
Perhaps to make a virtue of necessity, Castro gave to Cator a sealed envelope, bearing outside the words, "To be open when at sea," and inside a note which ran as follows: "WAGGA-WAGGA, April 2nd, 1866. Mr.
Had the woman been drinking? ... Then there arrived Mr. Brassy, her father's solicitor, from Cator Hill. He had been often in the house, a short fat man with a purple face, clothes of a horsy cut, and large, red, swollen fingers. He took now possession of the house with much self-importance. "Here we are, then. Very sad indeed very. I've been through the house got the will all right.
The strain and hardship had not, however, been without effect on the constructors. Two of the Engineer subalterns Polwhele and Cator out of the eight concerned in the laying of the Dongola and the Desert railways had died. Their places were eagerly filled by others. The completion of the line was accelerated by nearly a month through the fortunate discovery of water.
I wrote him a very serious letter the other day. On March 23 she writes: My going to London would be a dreadful expense, and bring on a thousand inquiries and inconveniences visits to Johnson and from Cator. It is likely that in other letters there were like passages, but these letters Miss Burney 'for cogent reasons destroyed. Mme. D'Arblay's Diary, ii. 305, 7, 8.
"You have hit it, sir, werry close; besides I long mosh to return to my poor wife, Nancy Cator, dat I leave, wagabone dat I is, just about to be confine." I could not resist putting in my oar. "I saw Nancy just before we sailed, Peter, fine child that; not quite so black as you, though."
It was a shabby little bag, and had strange habits of opening when it was not expected to do so and remaining shut when something was needed from it. It gaped now and, just as the cab climbed Cator Hill, it fell forward and flung the contents on to the floor. Maggie, blushing, looked up expecting a reproof.
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